Smoldering remains
of charcoaled flesh,
Burnt from existence,
burnt to death,
Burned beyond recognition
senseless human
Termination.
Smell of brimstone
fills the air,
A stalemate war
no lives are spared.
Burned beyond recognition
senseless human termination.
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